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Chapter 83
Veronica approached Tiffany in the restroom, her eyes burning with fury. Before Tiffany could even react, Veronica’s hands shot out, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her against the wall. “And if any of you touch my parents again, I’ll make sure to bring you to the grave with me when I die!” Veronica hissed, her voice venomous.
Tiffany struggled to breathe as Veronica tightened her grip, her body pressed against the cold wall. “L-Let go of me… Let go…” Tiffany gasped, trying to pry Veronica’s hands off, but her efforts were useless. Veronica’s strength was overwhelming.
It was in that moment that Tiffany realized how foolish she had been to underestimate Veronica. She had always seen her as an obstacle, but this encounter had shifted the balance.
“Let go of you? Of course, I’ll let you go. But…” Veronica’s voice softened to a mocking whisper as she patted Tiffany’s cheek with her free hand. “You’d better deliver my message. And by the way, I am now Elizabeth Kings’ god-granddaughter. So, step out of line again, and I’ll make sure that you never marry into the Kings Family.”
With a final, lingering glance, Veronica released Tiffany. The air rushed back into Tiffany’s lungs, and she stumbled back, clutching her throat. She felt both hurt and humiliated, her mind swirling with anger and frustration. How could she never outmatch Veronica?
Weakly, Tiffany glared at her, her eyes red with fury. “Don’t get too complacent. I’ll get my payback,” she spat, though her words lacked the venom she’d hoped for.
Veronica just sneered, “Let’s see who wins then.” She turned to leave, her confidence unshaken. Her face, however, quickly lost its smile and became a mask of cold determination. Veronica wasn’t just fighting for today; she would never stop fighting until the Larsons were brought low.
Back at the table, Veronica returned to her seat and found Matthew still aloof, his eyes cold and distant. She didn’t acknowledge him, instead turning her attention to Xavier, happily chatting with him as if Matthew were invisible.
Matthew’s gaze darkened, but Veronica was too absorbed in her conversation to notice. Tiffany soon returned, sitting opposite Matthew, her silence loud with the tension between them.
After finishing the meal, Matthew paid the bill, and the group exchanged brief farewells. Xavier and Veronica left together.
Outside the restaurant, Xavier drove up in his car, then quickly exited the driver’s seat to open the door for Veronica. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, Xavier. Surely you’re too chivalrous,” she teased, stepping into the car.
Xavier smiled at her teasing, then glanced back at Matthew with an exaggerated eyebrow raise, as if showing off. He got back into the car and drove off, leaving Matthew to watch them leave.
Tiffany’s jealousy simmered, but she didn’t dare say anything. “Let’s leave as well, Matthew,” she suggested, her tone sharp with frustration.
Later that afternoon, Veronica returned to work with Xavier, spending the rest of the day familiarizing herself with the company’s workflow. Around 6 PM, Xavier offered to drive her home, but Veronica waved him off. “It’s okay; I’ll take a cab. You’ve been working hard lately, so make sure to get some rest. See you tomorrow.”
“Alright, then. Goodnight,” Xavier replied with a smile before she closed the door and the cab drove away.
But Veronica’s destination wasn’t home. Instead, half an hour later, the cab stopped outside the Twilight Club. She entered the building, taking the dedicated elevator up to Matthew’s penthouse.
When she stepped inside, the apartment was dark, completely silent. Veronica thought nothing of it as she reached for the light switch—but before she could touch it, a figure emerged from the shadows and yanked her into their arms, slamming her against the wall.
“Who are you?!” Veronica shouted, but her words were muffled as a rough kiss sealed her lips. The kiss was frantic, desperate, and utterly consuming. For a moment, she struggled against him, but as he kissed her harder, she felt a familiar presence—a familiar scent, one that belonged to Matthew.
Realization hit her like a ton of bricks.
Pushing him away, she shouted, “Are you crazy?!”
Matthew staggered back, falling to the floor with a loud thud, disoriented from his drunkenness.
Veronica, her heart pounding, quickly turned on the lights, and there he was—Matthew, lying flat on the floor, completely unconscious. She blinked, stunned by what had just happened. Had he really been that drunk?
“Matthew?” she muttered, walking over to him. When she saw he was still unresponsive, she kicked him lightly with her foot. “Wake up, Matthew. Wake up!” she called, but he didn’t stir.
Frustration boiled in Veronica. She gently patted his cheek, calling his name once more. “Are you okay? Wake up!” But still, no response. His breathing was the only sign of life.
Veronica sighed in exasperation. “What the hell? Is he drunk? Why would he drink so much?” she muttered to herself.
With no other choice, she bent down, carefully draping his arm over her shoulder, and using all her strength, she hauled him up. She dragged him into the master bedroom, trying to avoid stumbling under his weight. She deposited him on the bed with a huff of relief. “He’s heavy. I’m so tired!” she muttered.
She let out a deep sigh as she collapsed onto the mattress beside him. After a moment, she sat up, removing his shoes before getting ready to leave the room.
Before she could exit, she grumbled under her breath, “Why the hell would he drink so much? He must have mistaken me for Tiffany.”
With that, she went to the second bedroom, washed up, and changed into something more comfortable.
A few hours later, Matthew stirred awake and groggily made his way to the bathroom. As he opened the door, he found Veronica sitting at the desk, engrossed in a game. Her fingers flew over the mouse as she shouted, “Are you stupid? Why would you come all the way over here just to get killed? Do you even know what you’re doing? Take the tower down, quick!”
Matthew stood in the doorway, staring at her. Veronica, unaware of his presence, continued to play, completely absorbed in the game.
Finally, she noticed him standing there. She ripped off her headphones and looked up. “Oh, you’re awake? Why are you still here?”
Matthew’s eyes narrowed, and he asked in a low voice, “Why are you still awake? It’s 2 AM.”
Veronica grinned, her attention already back on the game. “Destroy it! Quick, now build it up. Yes! We won!”
She finally finished the combat round, then stood up and stretched. “I’ve finished, Matthew.”
Matthew raised an eyebrow, his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite read. “Mmhmm.”
“Don’t let me keep you, then,” Veronica replied, logging out of her gaming account and offering him her seat. “Do you need it?”
Matthew’s eyes flashed briefly before he pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly dealing with a hangover. “My head hurts.”
Veronica smirked. “I bet it does.”
